50 Shades of Booker (Alex)

[Alexander Rothwell]

Well, having a tongue in your moth was a really weird thing. Alex decided on that one as soon as he opened his lips up for Rowan. It was weird, but Alex was actually really enjoying it. The movement of Rowan's tongue in his mouth almost made him laugh, he never had expected this to happen to him tonight, especially with a guy like Rowan. Gently, and shyly, Alex tried to kiss back. This was his second kiss, technically, his first being just around two minutes ago, and he still felt extremely in-experienced. He tried his best though, to give the dancer something to do while they kissed. It was pretty intense, and he could feel things boiling to a head. 

In the heat of the moment, he hadn't really realized Rowan's hand had moved back down to his hip, but when he did, Alex moved his hand to sit on top of his. He hesitated for only a moment, before grabbing it and bringing it back to his chest. The teen wasn't really sure what to do with it, so he gently laced his fingers back in between the dancers. Now once again holding his hand, Alex broke off the kiss for a breath and then spoke. "Er.. hey, buy me some dinner first." The phrase was joking enough, but had that assertiveness behind it that he hoped Rowan would get. "Besides, I like this better." He added quickly, a small smile tracing his lips. 

An ice pick stabbed into the back of the teen's head, not literally of course, but the pain could easily be compared. A small yelp, waning into a whimper, left the teens throat. Had he taken a pill before he had come over? He couldn't remember now, all he did remember was that he was showing the signs of this before he came over to Rowan's and the pain in his head must have been lurking, waiting to pounce. Alex's face immediately contorted to showcase the pain he was feel in the back of his skull. No lights, a bed, this was a good place to have an episode, but probably one of the worst times. Another ice pick jammed into the back of his skull, and he let go of Rowans hand. "Ow...o-o-ow.." 

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan didn't find anything weird about kissing. Especially with tongue, but he'd also been doing it since he was about thirteen. Making out at thirteen, sex at fifteen, he had a lot of his first taken early on in life. Maybe that contributed to his fucked-upedness and why he was so emotionally inept. Not that it mattered to him, emotions were trivial things. He was all about the animalistic instinct, doing things because you wanted them on some carnal level, not because you felt that it was the right thing to do. Right and wrong were a bit muddled to Rowan as well, but again, he blamed it on his dirty little secret that he held so near and dear to his heart. There were a lot of reasons that Rowan didn't care much about people or feelings, but that was a biggie, so much that his baby cousin didn't even know it. And that was saying something.

If Rowan only knew what little experience Alex had, he'd have stopped rather abruptly. Rather, none of this would be happening. Alex was holding his own and in turn, Rowan didn't see the inexperience. Maybe he should have slowed down to assess the situation, but if he did that, he'd freak out and bolt from his own room. His hand was resting very gently on the other boy's hip, but not long after, Alex moved it back to his chest and broke off from the kiss, leaving a very pouty Rowan to deal with. His message was well-received however, and Rowan was glad that he was able to communicate his hesitation without Rowan making a big mistake and Alex freaking out on him because of it. This was probably for the best. That being said, the comment, light-hearted as it was, sent Rowan's posture a little more rigid than usual. Buy him dinner first...like a date?

Luckily (or rather, not so luckily), he didn't have much time to focus on that because Alex winced and let go of Rowan's hand. He looked like he was in very serious pain and Rowan's eyebrows pulled together in concern. Oh yes, Rowan Booker was concerned about someone other than himself and his cousin. Shocking as it was, he didn't like seeing the contorted face that the other boy was making. "Hey, are you okay? What is it, your head? Do you need meds?" Rowan had been around a lot of people who got killer migraines due to their abilities, so he often had medication stashed in his room. The concern was growing and he sat up with Alex, positioning the boy in front of him as he placed his hand on the boy's temples and gently massaged it, hoping to help. He had magic fingers of course, but he was a little shaky.

Another first for him.

"Shh, it's alright, it'll pass. Just relax. Do you want me to get you something?" He was a little frazzled and frantic as he spoke, his fingers mimicking his tone, but he was determined to help, to do something.

[Alexander Rothwell]

It was funny how things could turn out so sourly so quickly, one moment the teen had been having the time of his life, the next he has curled up in front of his first kiss, dying from a migraine. He had whined and let go of Rowan's hand, but he wasn't quite sure when he had changed positions. Rowan was concerned, he probably didn't know about the side effects packaged in with his crappy look-back-abilities. Sure, it was all glitz and glam until you got slammed in the face by a bus, that had always been sort of a downer. The dancer spoke up, and before Alex knew it, he registered himself in the guy's lap. Fingers kneading into his temples did little to help the inner torment, this was going to be a pretty bad one. 

"Ow... I.. ah.. yeah meds." He managed, whimpering again as he forced himself further into Rowan's lap. He didn't have his sunglasses, but at least the room was dark, and Rowans warm body gave him at least some comfort. He had no idea what he was going to do now. The teen didn't want to go back to his room, the transition would be a bit too much. He already told me I could stay here. I might as well take him up on the offer. The thought was solid, but soon swept away by the grasping hands of dozens of memories. 

Intimate moments not so intimate after all got to keep things orderly..

The things that could slip through did, leaving laces of fire trailing over his brain, like some sickly hot lattice branded under the skin of his scalp. He hurt, he wasn't even sure if Rowan had gotten up to get any medication. When he felt the hard muscles of Rowan's chest press up against his back, he realized that he hadn't. How much time had gone by anyway? Alex just couldn't handle it, the deep ache made his teeth hurt, and soon the boy found himself twisting in Rowans grasp until he could plant his face into the nape of the dancer's neck. "I'm sorry." Why he felt the need to grumble out an apology through the pain, he wasn't too sure. It felt like the right thing to say in the moment as he pressed up into him, tears starting to well in his eyes. 

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan was at a loss when it came to caring for people. Sure he'd done it plenty of times, but only with his cousin and that little rascal wasn't one that stayed down for long. She didn't take well to being taken care of because she was so painfully independent sometimes. Well, at least he had some experience in this whole making people feel better thing, otherwise it could be a lot worse right? Oh who was he kidding? This was bad, very bad. From kissing to a very intense pain, that had to suck pretty bad for the younger boy. Rowan just wished he knew what to do. He was way too scatter-brained to figure it out at the moment. All he did was try to soothe the pain away so that Alex could relax.

Medication. Right. He just needed to get to the drawer of his nightstand and he could help that way! But the poor boy was in so much pain that Rowan was reluctant to let him go. Why was this affecting him so much? Shouldn't he be rushing for the meds to get this kid out of his intimacy bubble? Rowan was very particular about this whole thing and granted he had been the one to position Alex this way, he was a little uncomfortable by the whole thing. He was very close to the no-touch zone that Rowan put around himself. Yet, Rowan didn't push him away or move quickly so that he could leave the brunette to curl up on his bed while Rowan got the medication. He couldn't.

And as if to make it more obvious that he couldn't, Alex did something that Rowan very rarely allowed. His face buried in the side of the dancer's neck, a strict no-go when it came to Rowan, but, yet, Rowan did nothing. Nothing outside of wrapping his arms around the younger boy, holding him close and stroking the back of his neck gently, "Shh, it's okay. Don't apologize. I have to get the meds though, Alex. They're just in my drawer next to the bed and as soon as you take them you can crawl right back to this position if you want okay? I just need you to take them so you can get better." His voice was very soft, probing in a way.

It was just like the voice he used with Beat after Ben's death....

"I'm gonna grab 'em real quick okay, just lie down for me," He said before disengaging himself from the boy's grip very carefully. Rowan slipped off the bed and grabbed the meds, set them on the top of the nightstand and jogged out to the common room, keeping the lights off, to grab some water for him to wash it down. After he came back in, he offered the younger boy the glass and medication and knelt down in front of him, staring up at his face to make sure that he was okay. He just couldn't figure out what was going on with him.

[Alexander Rothwell]

The pounding in his head refused to let up now, and the constant ache in the back of his skull only depending and thickened, like a video game level gaining texture and detail as more of it rendered. The back of his throat tasted like stale and thick air, like his throat had been building up a cement wall while he had been kissing Rowan, to make sure whatever foreign invader was assaulting him would not go any farther. The idea was almost comical, and Alex found himself groaning out something intelligible. It was probably somewhere along the lines of 'Don't go', as Rowan spoke about getting up to get the medication. 

The dancer must not of heard him, as he had quickly gotten up anyway and moved away from him, leaving him curled on the bed, on his side, facing the direction Rowan would be heading to get whatever pills he had promised. The skin of his chest felt bare and tingling, the way it usually got after something warm had been taken away and his exposed skin was left to get all bumpy in the suddenly uncomfortable room temperature that the surrounding air held. The teen groaned, and grabbed a fist full of blankets, making a horrible mess of the once neat bedding under him in his wake. His head felt like it was caving in, but at least he wasn't getting any more memories. Sometimes it was just so much, just too much, that his mind managed to re-damn itself in time to keep his head from exploding. Puberty sucked. 

He heard shuffling, and guessed that the other boy had left the room, for whatever reason he would do that escaped him. Somewhere deep down he hoped that he wasn't running off to get help, that would be embarrassing, especially if Hay-lin found out Alex was alone in a room with Rowan Booker. The guy had a reputation, and didn't all dancers know each other? Probably not, but Alex wasn't even sure what was going on in his own mind let alone what is happening in other peoples lives. 

When Rowan came back, and knelt on the floor in front of Alex, relief swept across the boys face. Water, he went to get water. Gratefully, and very greedily, the teen took the offered water and medication, and gulped it down. Alex really didn't care if he spilled or anything, he was sort of in pain, so if some water didn't go into his mouth and ending up on the bedding or his neck, he hadn't noticed. Carefully, he handed the things back to Rowan and opened his eyes just a crack, he could barely make out Rowan's palish face in the dark, but he could definitely make out the concern on his foggy features. "Can we just cuddle tonight?" He found himself stupidly asking. He was exhausted from staying up, emotionally spent from a kissing session, and mentally spent from the pain. If Rowan had shown any response, he wouldn't know. Before the teen knew it, his heavy lidded eyes closed and surrendered to the pain and exhaustion, it was miserable sleep, but at least it was sleep. 

[Rowan Booker]

Rowan hadn't been gone for more than a few seconds. He'd been as quick as he could be, but still had to take a few moments for himself to stop freaking out. This was not something he was used to. Not at all. But he couldn't even dwell on it because his concern for the young boy in his bed was out-weighing all of the bad that was looming over him. It was going to be a sleepless night once again, but he was used to those, they came often and he usually masked his exhaustion with a 5-hour Energy or something until he could catch up on sleep.

Beat would kill him if she found out how horribly he cared for himself sometimes.

When Alex took the water, Rowan calmed down a bit, sitting back on his heels as he waited. It wasn't easy, keeping distance like this. Either way he did it because he didn't want to crowd the younger precog. The brunette's eyes blinked open a bit and Rowan's eyebrows pulled together. The question that hung between them weighed heavily on Rowan, but he offered a hint of a smile and nodded, "Of course, wouldn't want you to exert anymore effort than you have." He meant the second part as a joke, but he didn't think Alex would make much sense of it. Rowan was at this point trying to keep his mind busy as long as Alex was awake.

Which luckily for him wouldn't be much longer.

Rowan climbed onto the bed and pulled Alex against him so that his head would be nestled into Rowan's shoulder. Luckily for the aerokinetic, the young boy drifted off and he was left to face his own painful thoughts. What was he doing? Why this boy? What made him different? Why was he letting this happen? Push him away. Push him away. Each nagging thought backed up with a flash of his own horrible memory from childhood. The reason behind why he had to let this one go. Why he had to let all of them go. He couldn't love. He couldn't be loved.

His arms tightened around the brunette and his lips pressed to his forehead. He had to let go...but it could wait until morning. He just wanted to feel for once in his life, what it was like to have someone trust him with their heart, if only for the night.